No Hard Feelings
May. 3rd, 2023 06:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pshaw_ravenAfter several attempts to get my blood work done, I finally gave up and just quit taking my blood pressure meds, in preparation for just not going to the doctor any more. Fox was thinking I might be able to go off it, but for the last few days I've had a headache, my heart flutter is acting up wildly, and my readings are all either "elevated" or "stage one." So I guess I gotta take the stupid pills. I just refuse to deal with this particular office any more. If you can't even reliably get my lab orders sent in, or recognize that your electronic system is unreliable and cover your butts by mailing me a print copy, then I'm not going to worry my nerves with you.
I understand medical office workers have a lot of stuff on their plates, and I don't want to antagonize them about this, but it's incredibly stressful to me. I have to fast the night before, drive anywhere from thirty to forty-five minutes just to get to a lab, wait for my appointment, only to find they still didn't send the papers? Nah, son.
That doctor is a nice guy, a good doctor, but it feels like this every six months lab work thing is getting someone a kickback. It feels entirely unnecessary. So it's not that I don't like him, I just feel like he doesn't suit my present medical needs.
This morning I was digging around on the website and found a female doc who is way the fuck out in Ponte Vedra, BUT she has a specialty in sports medicine, and in her bio talks about being outdoors, running, hiking, and bike riding. So, if I were to tell her I ran a 10k last week, she would probably not need to ask me how many miles that is. Her other sub-specialties involve things like joint and connective tissues, osteoarthritis, and skeletal muscle injuries. Yes, Ponte Vedra Beach is a bit of a drive, but it would probably be worth it to me. Especially since with non-running or non-sports doctors, if you have a niggling pain somewhere and tell them about it, they typically just tell you to quit running.
I'm going to try to set up an appointment for when we get back. Same for Feisal, I want to get him in to his regular vet and get his sugars checked. He's not lethargic after his insulin, exactly, but he's quieter than he normally is, and Feisal is normally hyperactive bouncy cat. So it may be time to start decreasing his dose.
We got the camper out and popped it up and mostly it looks good. There's a small water leak around the dormer, but being able to park it under the lean-to now will eliminate that problem when it's in storage. No mice, one spider. Today and tomorrow I'll start cleaning it up a bit and loading us up.
On a completely different train of thought - I don't really hate any time of year, though I'm not a fan of summer. But something about the time between the weather warming up and the summer solstice makes me really uncomfortable. Maybe it's all the light. I find myself looking out the window like some cranky old bird going, "Why the hell is it light outside! It's bedtime!" Well, you have another month and a half of this, so get used to it.
I understand medical office workers have a lot of stuff on their plates, and I don't want to antagonize them about this, but it's incredibly stressful to me. I have to fast the night before, drive anywhere from thirty to forty-five minutes just to get to a lab, wait for my appointment, only to find they still didn't send the papers? Nah, son.
That doctor is a nice guy, a good doctor, but it feels like this every six months lab work thing is getting someone a kickback. It feels entirely unnecessary. So it's not that I don't like him, I just feel like he doesn't suit my present medical needs.
This morning I was digging around on the website and found a female doc who is way the fuck out in Ponte Vedra, BUT she has a specialty in sports medicine, and in her bio talks about being outdoors, running, hiking, and bike riding. So, if I were to tell her I ran a 10k last week, she would probably not need to ask me how many miles that is. Her other sub-specialties involve things like joint and connective tissues, osteoarthritis, and skeletal muscle injuries. Yes, Ponte Vedra Beach is a bit of a drive, but it would probably be worth it to me. Especially since with non-running or non-sports doctors, if you have a niggling pain somewhere and tell them about it, they typically just tell you to quit running.
I'm going to try to set up an appointment for when we get back. Same for Feisal, I want to get him in to his regular vet and get his sugars checked. He's not lethargic after his insulin, exactly, but he's quieter than he normally is, and Feisal is normally hyperactive bouncy cat. So it may be time to start decreasing his dose.
We got the camper out and popped it up and mostly it looks good. There's a small water leak around the dormer, but being able to park it under the lean-to now will eliminate that problem when it's in storage. No mice, one spider. Today and tomorrow I'll start cleaning it up a bit and loading us up.
On a completely different train of thought - I don't really hate any time of year, though I'm not a fan of summer. But something about the time between the weather warming up and the summer solstice makes me really uncomfortable. Maybe it's all the light. I find myself looking out the window like some cranky old bird going, "Why the hell is it light outside! It's bedtime!" Well, you have another month and a half of this, so get used to it.
